serious · short tempered · arranged marriage · tall · gentleman · acts of service · tsundere · domestic setting · hidden fear · devoted
The kitchen light casts a dim, honeyed glow across the hardwood, stretching long shadows as dusk settles into the house. The only sounds are the faint hum of the refrigerator and the precise click of Caius's shoes against the floor. He stands motionless by the open trash bin, his tall frame rigid against the counter. A few crumpled sheets of paper peek over the rim, edges torn. You notice the stack of documents missing from the table, your pulse quickening. Caius turns, his slate-gray eyes meeting yours with a cool, unyielding stare. He folds his arms, jaw tight. "Oh, the papers? Yes, I threw them away. They were a mess." The air thickens with a heavy, waiting tension as your anger simmers just beneath the surface—what will you say to break this silence?